Wen Biao's hair stood on end, his expression subtle, "We generally don't sell people..."
"Don't give me that crap. If you don't sell people, where did those five hundred in the convoy come from, including women and children? Don't tell me they're all yours!"
He Jie glared and cursed.
Before he got in the car, his lieutenant Mountain Goat had already investigated the entire convoy.
Pretending to be naive in front of the conductor? You want to die!
Sweat appeared on Wen Biao's forehead, "They wanted a better life. Our Xinma Gang delivers them to Zhijin for free, and we don't bother after that, no human trafficking involved..."
Seeing He Jie's increasingly gloomy face, Wen Biao got a flash of understanding, "But it's not that we can't sell. They're just a bunch of Scavengers; they can live anywhere. If you need them, we'll give them to you, and it would be doing me a great favor."
"My train won't stop at Zhijin; taking people to an unfamiliar place, isn't that inappropriate?"
